[ Haruka can take a hint. Relaxing, she lets her emotions take control of her face, dying it poignant and needy yet absently wondrous. It still amazes her sometimes that Michiru exists. Someone who understands, that she admires, who always knows just how to build her back up or knock her down a peg...
She thinks about Michiru in time to Michiru's motions, and the thought doubles her reactions. Her hips twitch and a moan escapes her, but it turns into a satisfied sigh. It's so warm here. ] You're good.
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She thinks about Michiru in time to Michiru's motions, and the thought doubles her reactions. Her hips twitch and a moan escapes her, but it turns into a satisfied sigh. It's so warm here. ] You're good.